“I Saw a Steeple”
I saw a steeple pointing high, lifting my eyes upward.
I felt the pulling of strings inside, calling me homeward.
Inside the doors were welcome sounds, voices full of joy I heard.
And when the Word of God was read, I went forward.
Not a preacher’s hand to shake, or to drop a dollar in a plate,
But in humble, broken, desperation seeking needed consolation
That the upward, homeward consecration wasn’t over.
Assurance was the welcome sound; the Spirit’s Voice I heard.
So from my knees I stood repaired, repented, marching onward.
– Anthony Baker
The Recovering Legalist 
That was really cool! You have many layers my friend. Like an onion
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That’s why I use good deodorant 😉
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Felt the very same way on several occasions, “Assurance was the welcome sound; the Spirit’s Voice I heard.” Great post.
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Thanks 🙂
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